I paced the hallway restlessly, one arm cradling my phone against my ear, the other rubbing my temple like I could massage the stress away. The events of last night had left me reeling. My emotions were a tangled mess of excitement, embarrassment, and mild panic.
"Sis, it was amazing," I said with a dreamy sigh, trying to collect my thoughts as I narrated everything to Prisca. "I mean, I had the best time of my life last night."
"Oh?" Prisca's voice perked up on the other end, clearly intrigued.
"We danced, we laughed, I got drunk for the first time in my life—and guess what? He took care of me. He didn't take advantage of me, Prisca. Not even once."
There was a moment of silence, then her voice came back, soft and teasing. "He's such a gentleman. Can I steal him for a second?"
"Absolutely not," I replied, laughing lightly, but the joy didn't last long. A sharp pang of anxiety jabbed my chest, and I slowed my steps.
"But," I said, my tone shifting, "there's a problem."
